So you want to feel strong hands on your wrists. I would like to spend on the neck with my fingers and looked into my eyes ... And that's it! I'm already at his mercy. Submissive, soft, pliable ... Tay from his gaze, touch, strength, desire ...
He slaps me on the ass, and I'm trying to escape (I'm not a whore!). He feels that he is stronger than me and he likes it. Takes me by the elbows and pulls them back, bringing the shoulder blades together. I have little chance of movement. She puts a rope on her hands and she twists around my wrists, then rises higher to her elbows, and tightly tying her hands to the body, she runs under her breasts. Another turn. And then the loop and neck.
I understand that in his power. That he rules the ball. That I no longer belong to myself, but only to him. And I revel in this feeling.
And in the meantime, having tied up the whole body, he easily and carefully puts me on the bed. Pulls more ropes. They are designed for legs. He binds them together. And it turns out the rope mummy. Only the breasts are visible and completely naked (previously shaved) pubis. His penis is tense, he specifically shows it to me. With his hand he lowers the foreskin, exposing the head. From waiting for this moment, his boyfriend released too much grease, and now the whole is covered with slippery liquid.
He lies down on top, pressing me down with his body, and skipping his slippery friend between my legs. He teases me, driving them very close, but not even trying to look inside, while gently rubbing my clit. Pulls my nipples and speeds up the movement. I'm on the verge, and he quickly turns me over on my stomach, putting a pillow under him, and enters into me. I finish right away. And then his every movement prolongs my sweet torments. And he does not stop. Then he suddenly jumps out of me and waters my open ass with a warm shower, and I finish it again with him at the same time.
There will be a sweet expectation of liberation when my "sovereign" admires the work done by him and begins to carefully remove the ropes from me, gently running his hands over the places where the rope left the furrows. And my heart at this moment will be open only for him .. .
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